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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Sept 16, 2020 13:01:57 GMT
A few days later, Justine decided it was time to go ask Nigel a few questions. She dressed first in her most conservative dress, but realized Nigel would probably take that as a challenge. Biting her lip, she looked over her other clothes and eventually decided on an everyday number of sensible burgundy wool, with details picked out in silk here and there along the neckline. It was amazing what one could buy with just a little coin. Demetrius was not at home, which was lucky. She didn’t want to have to explain to him why she was seeking out his enemy number one. She just had some questions for him, that was all.
It was not too far a walk from the House of Respite to Nigel’s house...especially for Justine, who was used to walking much farther. When she arrived, she took a deep breath to steel herself against whatever frustrating propositions the Adventurer Extraordinaire might come up with. then, she knocked. The servant who answered the door seemed unsurprised to see a sword-carrying young lady. Surely she was just one more would-be adventuress who had read too many novels hoping to benefit from their employer’s...expertise. They sighed heavily and showed her to Nigel’s sitting room to wait for him.
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Post by Nigel Thornheart on Sept 16, 2020 18:40:07 GMT
Nigel entered shortly, clad only in a silk kimono which was dangerously short.
"Apologies, my dear, but we will have to make this quick," he began talking immediately in a patter. "I have quite a day, you know, marshaling the forces of good, fighting off the forces of evil, championing Innurian civilization, the usual." He pulled out a quill from his kimono...best not to ask where he was storing it. "So righty or lefty?"
It was at this point that he actually seemed to realize to whom he was speaking.
"Ah, Lady de Vair," he greeted her with a bright smile as the quill disappeared from wherever it had come. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Sept 16, 2020 19:52:25 GMT
Justine looked at him curiously, but unsurprised, focusing her gaze on his upper half as the bottom seemed a bit dangerous. When he seemed to suddenly recognize her, she greeted him with a nod. She didn’t bother correcting him this time. It was past time to grow into the title.
She got up and stuck out her hand For him to shake as if they had only just met. Maybe even a little awkwardly. “I had hoped to talk a little. Get you reminiscing about the past. I’m very curious about some old friends of my father’s.”
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Post by Nigel Thornheart on Sept 16, 2020 20:36:58 GMT
The room was filled with with various souvenirs from Nigel's countless adventures, as well as various works of arts in the likeness of the Adventurer Extraordinaire. Nigel was quite the patron of the arts...at least when it came to commissioning works of himself. While his kimono left little to the imagination, the life size marble statue of himself in the corner did not. If Justine glanced up, she would notice the ceiling was mirrored, the Sitting Room clearly seeing extensive use in entertaining guests.
Nigel took a seat across from Justine, in a richly upholstered armchair, crossing his bare legs. "Splendid!" he exclaimed, as if he could not think of a better use of his time. "Half the joy of adventuring companions is reminiscing afterwards." The servant returned with two flutes of sherry for sipping and Nigel's pipe.
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Sept 16, 2020 21:38:31 GMT
The room was filled with with various souvenirs from Nigel's countless adventures, as well as various works of arts in the likeness of the Adventurer Extraordinaire. Nigel was quite the patron of the arts...at least when it came to commissioning works of himself. While his kimono left little to the imagination, the life size marble statue of himself in the corner did not. If Justine glanced up, she would notice the ceiling was mirrored, the Sitting Room clearly seeing extensive use in entertaining guests. Nigel took a seat across from Justine, in a richly upholstered armchair, crossing his bare legs. "Splendid!" he exclaimed, as if he could not think of a better use of his time. "Half the joy of adventuring companions is reminiscing afterwards." The servant returned with two flutes of sherry for sipping and Nigel's pipe. Luckily, Justine has no time to look at or even notice the mirrored ceiling once she got a look at the statue and it’s prodigious erect member. She assumed it was exaggerated since the robe he was wearing could not possibly cover such a beast. Eventually she dragged her eyes away to focus on Nigel himself. “Well, thank you in advance for taking time out of your long day of...whatever it is you had planned.” She accepted the glass of sherry with a nod to the servant and took a small sip. “I was wondering if you had ever been involved in the Spice Wars.” |
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Post by Nigel Thornheart on Sept 17, 2020 22:57:44 GMT
"The same thing I plan every day, being legendary. It is a full time job," Nigel replied as if it were simple matter of fact. "The lands lost to the Mist aren't going to reconquer themselves."
"Indeed, you are talking to a veteran of the Spice Wars, as part of my service in the Imperial Marines." Nigel seemed surprised to discuss a matter that pre-dated his career as the Adventurer Extraordinaire but not adverse to the topic. "A hell of a way to start a first tour. You could say the Adventurer Extraordinaire was born on those battlefields, where I learned to turn horror into entertainment."
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Sept 18, 2020 13:12:28 GMT
Justine nodded eagerly, sitting a little forward in her chair. Horror into entertainment? That did sound a little like a Lockhart. She shook it off and continued the line of questioning, adding in liberal compliments to keep the information coming. “You must have been a sight to see, a handsome young Marine standing above the rest of them. You said you knew the first Lord Wolfhaven from reclaiming...but did you ever meet my father? Cosmo de Vair? He and his friend Terrence Arroyo served together, but not as marines: they were privateers.”
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Post by Nigel Thornheart on Sept 22, 2020 20:21:03 GMT
"In those days those of us in regular service did not associate with those that placed coin over country, but I am certain I could recall something useful with the proper motivation," he stroked his chin as he uncrossed and re-crossed in legs, leaving little to the imagination. "After countless battles over the years, they all tend to blend together without a vigorous jogging of the memory."
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Sept 25, 2020 2:59:10 GMT
Justine was forced to look. There was no way she couldn’t. In her peripheral vision it was even reflected in the mirrors of the room...impressive, but not as impressive As described in his books. He would not engage even her most basic instincts today.
She was momentarily stymied as she felt an intense need to flee...but then she calmed herself. She needed information.
“No matter what you think of my father profiting from war...” Not that Nigel hadn’t, with his books, she thought. “I do want to know what you remember. Maybe we could play a game. You tell me something, and I’ll take off an article of clothing. As you’re wearing...well, basically nothing...you don’t have to take anything off.”
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Post by Nigel Thornheart on Sept 25, 2020 4:32:40 GMT
"I did not mean to imply judgement, only that they kept us segregated. No one wants a rank and file marine to realize how much coin he could make selling his sword," Nigel replied, considering the offer with a devilish smirk. It was juvenile, like a game he would have played in university, but sounded delightfully diverting nonetheless. "I do know one man that would have been their contemporary but cannot for the life of me recall his name..." he trailed off, feigning that he was deep in thought as he looked at her expectantly.
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Sept 25, 2020 4:38:36 GMT
“Is it Philometer Tanberlin?” She asked with perhaps more eagerness than she ought to as she slipped off her shoes. She had stockings underneath. New ones that didn’t have holes, for perhaps the first time in her life. “Do you know anything about him?” Her dainty boots made a thud On the floor beside her.
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Post by Nigel Thornheart on Sept 25, 2020 4:48:50 GMT
Nigel cocked his head curiously at Justine's eagerness. "No...no that's not it," he muttered, before a moment of inspiration struck as she kicked off her shoes. "Admiral Baros! Yes, that's it. He commands the northern fleet now. We go way back if you would like an introduction."
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Sept 25, 2020 4:52:06 GMT
“Who is that?” She asked, only slightly disappointed. Anything could be a clue. She started tugging at one stocking. She was sure she’d get what she needed before anything too much has been shed.
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Post by Nigel Thornheart on Sept 25, 2020 4:57:28 GMT
"You could say Admiral Baros took the opposite path I did," he sipped his sherry as Justine removed the stocking. "He was a reclaimer and privateer first, then joined the imperial navy to lead raids against the pirates and is now admiral of the northern fleet."
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Sept 25, 2020 5:00:36 GMT
She started pulling the other one off, very slowly while she thought of her next question. “But what does this Admiral have to do with my father?”
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